Days at Home

I know it'll happen -snap- just like that. They'll be grown and independent. They won't need me the way they do now. They won't reach for my hand in the dark at bedtime. Ask me to sit with them while they eat lunch. Read them the same stories over and over. Repeat "help peeze" until I stop what I'm doing to assist. Climb in my lab just to give me a hug. 

It it utterly depressing to realize that I am raising my children to leave. I carried them; I loved them; I nurtured them, but one day they'll have families and lives of their own. Will they ever know how much Steve and I love them? Will they ever feel our sadness at their disappointments and rejections? Steve and I used to sit at the NICU with the twins for hours, just hoping that although there wasn't anything we could do to help them, that they would feel our love and grow strong. 

How beautiful and sad life is. 

But for now, I push away these thoughts and cherish....truly cherish our time with them. 

These days at home are golden for us.